Old Kensei rejuvenates and becomes an instructor at a knight training school

Meanwhile, around that time.

Hollows, who had fed their English by refraining from the tournament the next day, thought to take them together and hit the night breeze when they were in tune with what Renakuin had said: "You can't stay still for some reason."

Walk bumpy, marked by the lights of far-sighted lighting beneath the sky, where the stars glow caricaturally.

Eventually, his feet became cobblestones from the lawn, and by the time the four shadows fell firmly, he was on a multipurpose square.

"I kind of did, but what am I going to do here?

"Oh, Senior Holoro, our honeymoon is here after all..."

When Holoro asked the three of them, Lunaquin answered first with a comfortable face.

But there's something wrong with the meshing.

Nevertheless, it's not as important an answer as that, and no one complains about her. Also, if the same thing has been repeated over the past month, I don't think the three of them would want to get it right now, etc.

"As my sister said... I kind of couldn't stand still and I kind of kicked it"

"I have a stage in front of me that was vaguely visible until yesterday, and to be honest, I was kind of unsettled too"

Solquin and mute expose their minds.

"Even so, this past month has been hard, hey, something that almost broke my heart on the way"

Return to me, Lunaquin joins the conversation.

"I don't know where the hell it came from, but they gave me a double sword to absorb the photons from."

"I was the first one, instructor Nene took me to the Isladunna Plains. So when I got back, I mixed it up with the three of us and went four to one with Teacher John... and I didn't get a single blow."

The three of them laughed rememberingly.

Talk thoughtfully about a month of training, not nervousness, not worry. The emotions they four unconsciously held were the excitement of making the one-on-one serious struggle their present and their confidence in it.

"What... we're all the same what"

Holoro looked around at the three of them and muttered.

I don't know, he's got a body, it's like when you fought Mr. Camazan...

Loosen yourself to the feeling of blood rolling. Knowing that this wasn't just me, he was relieved.

That's how he sat on the bench that was in the square, blurring out, and he heard footsteps from far away someone approaching him.

"Is that purple line... a third student?

It was Django-Scadania of the Sixth Knight Training School who asked the encounter with a voice that appeared to be just colourful.

A man wearing a student uniform with a red line.

White skin with long, dripping red hair, a sweet, tidy face, and then the eyes are full of fierce beasts. If you look at it in conjunction with a good, tight length, do you have the impression of being slightly grown up?

He is also a student who, because of his face and atmosphere, singles out the popularity of the sixth female student.

"Yes, but the red line means... you're the sixth?

"Oh, it's called Django. By the way, beautiful lady there... why don't you come to my room tonight?

Django, who was asked back and named, knelt before the mute. As she wrapped her colored white hands around her, she relaxed and pulled them into her drooping red hair.

What a handsome thing to do, he pulls straight to his mouth and kisses.

I was so glad - that the mute said, "Hih!?," he developed goosebumps.

"Ah, what is it, right here and now!

In the eyes of a mute frightened by discomfort, Django made his uniform jacket only rough.

Immerse yourself in self-indulgence with a very cute movement that makes you feel bored. It's not just this. Reaching for his lower body to crawl his fingers nasty, he tried to expose what the maiden should not look at in a detour.

But someone's flying kick that showed up yelling stopped it.

Django's body was violently bounced by that blow, which was on the run, and he rolled over.

What I did was Tor, who likened Django to his schoolbooks.

A man with short brown hair cut up.

Would it be the owner of a body body belonging to a large category, even when compared to the same age? I have the impression that a well-developed body is not hidden in a sixth student uniform.

"What happened to the promise you idiots wouldn't bother you like!?

"Hehe, what a sin... beautiful me"

Thor was outraged at Django for not showing the colour of reflection, but now he thought that apologies had to take precedence over his blame. As a sixth student, he felt nothing but shame in his body.

"Hi, my idiot bothered me, I'm sorry"

"What the hell is that?

Pointing to Django, mute irritates me.

"No, what... you can only say he's like this... would you forgive him?

Thor didn't find the words well, even though he turned to Django to try to explain it.

If you've already given up that the speed of his hands is something that doesn't work correctly, there's no other way to make a flat apology. He has been keeping his hips broken ever since he came here.

Also, someone approached me.

From the darkness of the night, the lights were soared, and the two exposed themselves clearly.

"Ooh, you're about to. Django in the sixth place and... Oh no, you know what else."

It was the Void of the First Knight Training School that was taking the lead.

A man wearing a student uniform with a blue line. Apart from the fact that blondes have three white eyes and a bad face, there is also no characteristic of this. The look of a broken uniform or the attitude of putting your hand in your pocket reminds me of a bad bare line.

The opening statement was somewhat derogatory to the hollows there.

Cyan, who surrounded him, was also a boy student with a triple slap of looks, looks, and attitudes that seemed bad. He kept pointing at one with his jaw like, "I know one guy," he said.

"They call you a genius or something there, don't they? He said he's good at fighting at speed?

"... who are you?

Cyan, coldly returned to the mute and Xing rode, tangles to stir up all the more.

"I'm good at that, too".

"... so what?

"No, so come on, even if they call me a third-rate school level genius like you guys..."

"Nothing... they don't like it."

Photon, a mute who has not changed his mood and has surpassed the Chivalry class, is willing to kill.

"Hey, what are you doing, no more than that, the lady there..."

"Oh? Hilarious voice, from the side. What is it? Are you freaking out about me?

Cyan didn't realize why Django was cooling his liver or that this cross spear was kind.

"This... fool, the one who can't even read his opponent's powers is in the dark..."

Inevitably, Django tried to interrupt, and it was Hollow who crossed the line.

"Um... would you like to calm down already?

"Next thing you know... what the fuck, little one, you got a complaint or something?

"Hey, that's not what I'm saying... maybe you should stop..."

Cyan frowned and stared at the hollow that had stuck her mouth in unreliable fashion.

An untouched, constantly smiling posture crippled his eclampsia and struck a flat hand on that little cheek. It should be noted that I don't feel comfortable, and I waved up my arm, but I stop moving on Void's words, "Leave it at that".

So for the first time, he found himself surrounded by a third face.

"Wow, that's crap... about this much, what are you serious about..."

Cyan leans back from the one-touch spot. Void, who had been replaced, said with a breath of ridicule, seeing everyone flush so that even the ordinance would be done. He also seemed terribly electorated.

"Oh, oh, I know you're wasting your effort or something, but come on, because first is going to be the representative again this year anyway. Well, at best, you're going home with just a participation award to take care of."

"... you don't fight, but you say a lot, the sixth of the year... I'm not the same, am I?

"... say it"

From Void disappearing into the dark of night with Cyan, Jongo was thrown away as he left.

"Senior Holoro, are you okay, ahhh, there's blood... he's going to kill me!"

"Huh? No, it's okay, look, the wound's blocked too, so I'm fine now. Thanks, so relax!

In the wake of the beatings on Holoro, the maiden who goes mad in love is not calm in her heart either. We dragged her forcefully with eyes that heralded the darkness, and the third face also went back to their inn.

Django, who remained in the square until the end, looked at Holoro's little back and asked Tor.

"Hey... what does he think?

"Is he a mute? That sucks... my spine's frozen."

"No, I'm not. I was just sitting next to him. Little, hollow guy."

"Am I? What do you mean... do you care?

Sure, that lady was awesome, but neither Void nor Tor noticed...

I started feeling so quiet and sophisticated photon......

Django, curious, couldn't wait to host the next day's tournament.